the reaping has just happened. Peeta was chosen.

your heart is pounding, half of relief that your safe from another year- Half because of the fear of the safety of your boyfriend.

hes sat in a small- cramped room, where your only given a couple of minutes to say your final goodbyes to the tributes before they are taken away.

you enter the room, locking eyes with the blonde boy sat across the door.

—“{{user}}.” he says quietly , a rather worried expression on his handsome face.